SEX: How to Do Everything
Em & Lo
OK, serious question: Who the fuck was this thing made for? It's a coffee-table sex manual by the fucking "sexperts" at nerve.com (shudder) full of overcomposed pictures of smiling people pretending to hump interspersed with health-class diagrams for such corny sexual techniques as "Rhythm is Gonna Get Her," "Let's Twist Again" (which perpetuates the myth that guys like having their dick turned like a doorknob when you're jerking them off), and "Girl on Top." Take a wild guess how that last one works.
This sort of Joy of Sex crap might have made sense 30 years ago when there were still some Desparately Seeking Susan-style housewives out there itching to find out what these "blowjobs" everyone keeps talking about are, but I kind of feel like the overlap between people who don't know how to have doggie-style and people who buy books of uncircumcised underwear models fake-fucking has dwindled substantially in the interim. Wouldn't it be nice if instead of convincing themselves that they're "expanding people's sexual horizons," the publishers just acknowledged the actual readership of Sex and went ahead with marketing the book to horny 12-year-old boys who have to hide it between the couch cushions at Borders when their parents come to get them?
PS: Nice work putting the book's sole black couple in the "Fantasies" chapter.